4

As I stood there, wrapped in Tristan's arms, I felt a sense of unease creeping over me. It was as if my body had betrayed me, seeking comfort in the one person I was supposed to fear.

Tristan's arms tightened around me, holding me close. "You're safe now," he whispered, his breath warm against my ear.

I tried to push him away, but my body felt heavy, as if it was anchored to his. Elara's words echoed in my mind - Tristan was trying to protect me from myself. But I couldn't shake the feeling that he was hiding something from me.

As I stood there, torn between my desire for comfort and my need for answers, I felt a strange sensation wash over me. It was as if my mind was fogging up, my thoughts growing cloudy and indistinct.

Tristan's arms seemed to grow tighter, holding me closer. "Just relax," he whispered. "Let me take care of you."

I tried to struggle, but my body felt limp, unresponsive. The last thing I remembered was the warmth of Tristan's arms, the comfort of his presence.

And then, everything went black.

When I came to, I was lying in a bed, surrounded by unfamiliar walls. Tristan sat beside me, his eyes watching me with an intensity that made my skin tingle.

"Where am I?" I asked, trying to sit up.

Tristan's hand pressed against my shoulder, holding me down. "You're safe," he said. "You're in our home."

I tried to struggle, but my body felt weak, unresponsive.

As I sat there, trying to process everything, Tristan's hand tightened around my waist. He pulled me closer, his lips brushing against my ear.

"I've been waiting for you," he whispered, his breath sending shivers down my spine.

I felt a flutter in my chest as I turned to face him. His eyes seemed to burn with an inner intensity, and I couldn't help but feel drawn to him.

"What do you mean?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Tristan's gaze seemed to bore into mine. "You're meant to be with me," he said, his voice low and husky. "We're meant to be together."

"Like Elara said?". I felt intrigued. He nods, his warm hand embraced mine " Like Elara said".

As I stood there, trying to make sense of everything, Tristan's eyes seemed to gleam with a knowing light " I know you can feel it".

I felt like I was drowning in Tristan's gaze, unable to look away. His eyes seemed to hold a deep intensity, a burning passion that made my heart skip a beat.

As I stood there, frozen in place, Tristan's hand tightened around my waist. He pulled me closer, his body inches from mine.

I could feel the heat radiating from his skin, the warmth of his breath on my face. It was intoxicating, making my head spin with desire.

Suddenly, Tristan's lips brushed against mine, sending a spark of electricity through my body. I felt myself melting into him, my lips parting to deepen the kiss.

It was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. The world around me melted away, leaving only Tristan and me, lost in the depths of our passion.

As we kissed, I felt a strange sensation building inside me. It was like a fire, burning hotter and hotter with every passing moment.

I didn't know what it was, or what it meant. All I knew was that I couldn't get enough of Tristan, that I wanted to be closer to him, to feel his skin against mine.

The kiss deepened, becoming more intense, more passionate. I felt like I was losing myself in Tristan, like I was becoming a part of him.

And I didn't care. I didn't care about anything except the feel of Tristan's lips on mine, the touch of his skin against mine.

*****

I turned onto my side, facing Tristan. "What are you doing to me?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Tristan's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze piercing. "I'm not doing anything to you," he said, his voice low and husky. "I'm just trying to take care of you."

I felt a flutter in my chest at his words. There was something about the way he said it, something that made me feel like he was speaking directly to my soul.

"But why?" I pressed, my curiosity getting the better of me. "Why?"

Tristan's expression softened, his eyes filling with a deep emotion. "Because you're mine," he said, his voice filled with conviction. "Because I want to protect you, to keep you safe."

I felt a shiver run down my spine at his words. No one had ever made me feel so cherished, so valued.

"But what does that mean?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "What does it mean to be yours?"

Tristan's eyes seemed to bore into mine, as if searching for something deep within me. "It means that you belong to me," he said, his voice low and husky. "It means that I'll do everything in my power to keep you safe, to protect you from harm."

As we lay there, our eyes locked on each other, I felt a sense of trust growing between us. It was as if we were connecting on a deeper level, a level that went beyond words.

As I drifted off to sleep, I felt a sense of unease. Tristan's words had been comforting, but they had also made me feel trapped. I didn't want to be possessed or protected, I wanted to be independent.

I pulled my hand back, trying to create some space between us. Tristan's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing.

"What's wrong?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

I took a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts. "I don't want to be yours," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I want to be my own person."

Tristan's expression softened, his eyes filling with understanding. "I'm not trying to take away your independence," he said. "I just want to protect you, to keep you safe."

I felt a flutter in my chest at his words. It was clear that Tristan cared deeply about me, but I still felt uneasy about his possessiveness.

"I can take care of myself," I said, trying to sound firm.

Tristan's eyes seemed to gleam in the dim light. "I know you can," he said. "But that doesn't mean I won't try to protect you. It's just who I am."

I felt a sense of frustration at his words. Why couldn't he just let me be independent? Why did he have to be so possessive?

But as I looked into his eyes, I saw something there that gave me pause. It was a deep-seated need to protect, to care for. And it was clear that Tristan felt this way about me.

I didn't know what to make of it, but I knew that I couldn't just push him away. Not yet, at least.